But nothing is so strange when one is in love (and what was this except being in love?) as the complete indifference of other people.

“They lack suggestive power. And when a book lacks suggestive power, however har…”

“Why, I ask, can I not finish the letter that I am writing? For my room is alway…”

“the sort of fish that a good fisherman puts back into the water”

“It was better to die, like Eugénie and Digby, in the prime of life with all one…”